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This one-shot is going to be written from both Callie's and Arizona's point of view, since I haven't done that in a while. I've also decided it was time for some more happiness, but I'll let the story do the talking. It takes place approximately five months after my most recent update. There's also a little surprise that I hope you all enjoy as well!

Six. Where The Story Ends

"Trying not to lose my head,
But I've never been this scare before."

- Where The Story Ends, The Fray

Breathe, Callie. Just breathe. I let out the breath I've been holding in while I quickly at myself in the full-length mirror. I currently feel like I need to go hide under a rock in the middle of one of Seattle's fine forests. I hate being in the spotlight, I might not seem like it but I honestly do. But thankfully I decided today was not going to be about me, it was about her; about us.

I finally take the time to take in my own reflection. My hair is just curled enough to be considered curly and pinned back slightly. My face is as pale as possible for my skin tone, all besides for the barely visible blush on my cheeks. All these things could be considered normal for a regular day, besides for one thing.

Today there's no slightly low cut top accompanied by a bad ass leather jacket and boots. Today there's a strapless black and white Victorian patterned dress and classic black matte flats.

Today is the scariest day of my life; it's taking everything for me not to pull a distinctive Torres nervous freak out. But today is also the best day of my life, today is the day I make Dr. Arizona Robbins my wife.

"Deep breaths, just take deep breaths" I say to myself, hoping it'll be enough to calm me down, knowing that it's not. I wasn't nervous when I married George, hell I wasn't even this nervous on my first date with Erica. Those things were impulses; quick and easy. But this was definitely not an impulse; this was some that was going to last forever. The thought of forever somewhat scares me but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with Arizona and that's all that matters.

I'm quickly interrupted from my thoughts as the door swings open to a suit-clad Mark. "Torres! What taking you so long? If you don't hurry up Arizona's going to be walking down the aisle and you're not going to be there waiting for her! Hurry you're ass up!" He yells at me, I can tell he's only playing with me because he knows how important today is.

As he shuts the door behind him I can't help be smile. "Thank you."

"For what, Callie?" the look on his was it absolutely quizzical.

I look him straight in the eye and say what I've been dying to say to him for the past three years. "For being here now, and for being there for me when Erica left and when George divorced me and for everything. Thank you for standing up for me and Arizona when people made comments about us or gave us looks. Thank you, Mark, thank you." My eyes are now starting to fill with tears that are threatening to roll down my face.

"Hey, hey. Stop crying, we don't need Arizona thinking that you don't want to marry her now do we?" He pulls me into a hug, with a look of utter adoration on his face. "And I don't need a thank you. I'm your best friend, besides for Arizona of course, and you know all to well that I worship the ground the two of you walk on. You changed me Callie, you two made me see that it was possible to find true love when you're not looking for it. It was the two of you that made man-whore Mark disappear and the real Mark show. So, thank you for that. How about we get this show on the road?"

As he pulls away I can't help but give him a goofy grin. "Let's do this."

"Come on, Callie. It's time for your happy ending."

I know he's right; it's just like Arizona said what seemed like yesterday. It was time for my happy ending. And my happy ending was spending the rest of my life with Arizona.

"Get a grip, Arizona. You're marrying Calliope. It's not like you're getting dropped off in the middle of the desert somewhere. This is the happiest day of your life, stop being such a baby. You're marrying the woman you kissed in a dirty bar bathroom, called a newborn, and fell completely in love with. How could it get any better? It can't, just relax. You're going to give Calliope her happy ending, they happy ending that the two of you want." I say to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My mind instantly travels outside of the present. I picture Calliope and me sitting on a porch swing on the back porch watching our kids playing on a swing set. I can see us sitting in the front row of every recital, game and graduation. I can see us handing out Christmas presents to our kids, watch them grow up, having grand children, growing old together.

"You ready, sweetie?" I turn away from the mirror to be face to face with my father, he's decked out in his military uniform with a freshly buzzed hair cut and a smile plastered on his face.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I say with an identical smile.

He takes my hand and looks at me with a completely straight face. "You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to honey. We can go home right now if you want?"

I laugh because no matter how scared I am at this very moment the thought of leaving Calliope at the alter is completely ridiculous. "No, Daddy. I love her. It's just the cold feet talking. As soon as I see Calliope I'll be perfectly relaxed."

"You know I love you right?" My father's face brightens with my confession.

"And I am so thankful for that. I'm so glad that you and mom accept me for who I am and support my decision to marry Calliope. You both are going to be the best grandparents this kid could ask for." I stop myself from saying anything more. I know how excited Calliope was to tell everyone tonight at the reception but I just couldn't keep it from him any longer.

"You're, you're" My father was utterly speechless.

"Yes, I am." My eyes are now beginning to fill with tears.

"Is it, I don't know how to ask this." His eyes are now mirroring my own.

"No, Dad. It's not 'mine', I'm carrying Calliope's baby. Don't worry, Dad, you know I'll love them just as much as if they were genetically mine. Calliope's also insisting on me carrying one of my own children or more than just one. We haven't settled on a number yet." I say with a chuckle.

"God, I'm so proud of you. You were always the strong one, out all of your siblings growing up even though you were the second youngest you were always the strongest. You'd fight like hell to get what you want and for what you believed in. You still do. And I'm so proud of you for that, I'm so thankful you're the person I raised you to be. And we're going to go get you what you want, your happy ending with Callie." He takes me by the hand like he did when I was a little girl and begins to lead me to into the lobby of the church.

And with being the most scared I've ever been, I'd have to admit I've never been so happy either.